Is it real enough for you yet?

“Why aren’t you celebrating? At least take a break from worrying.”

Well, alright. I’ll give it a shot. I mean…

This IS what January on Sanibel Island feels like.

The sun is soaking straight through my skin, melting my muscles into a mellow calm. A light breeze, just cool enough…

Where still, none are free.

One week ago, I stood alone in a graveyard with about 50 other people scattered around in small family groups, masked, six feet apart, staring at a casket covered with an American flag. …

Three years ago today, I chose her. 100,000+ miles later, my first book is one month away from being published.

*Disclaimer: this is NOT an ad, paid or otherwise, for Nissan.

On December 22nd, 2016, I walked into a car dealership feeling hesitant. I was finally going to buy my first car at the age of 25.

I knew exactly what I wanted — a blue Nissan Versa, preferably previously…

Thanks to a crazy idea & a song that popped up at just the right moment, I found it.

Despite the major influence music has on my life and my work, there aren’t many musicians in my upcoming book. I certainly expected there to be more, especially as my research involved driving the Great River Road.

I drove through the Twin Cities and walked past First Ave, was surrounded…

For twenty years, Scott Oberg has been keeping Mounds View High School students engaged with his creative and openminded teaching style.

*After I decided to release sneak peeks of my upcoming travel memoir on the first of each month, I found out that my ten year high school reunion was happening on September 1st, and knew that this was the perfect excerpt to post today.
Here’s to Mr. Oberg & the Class…

“You’re going to scare away all the men,” they say as I watch the point float right over their heads.

Taking off my glasses, I set them on a ledge, then carefully place my headphones over my ears. The sounds of the weight machines around me are drowned out, my breath echoing behind the steady beat pounding into my ears. Facing the heavy bag, I focus my eyes straight ahead…

Finding myself drawn to a lake while driving the Great River Road in Louisiana was only one of many strange happenings…

About an hour past Baton Rouge, the interstate turned into a large trestle bridge with choppy, grey water stretching out endlessly to each side. Mist hovered in patches, giving the broken pilings of former bridges an eerie menace. …

Taralei Griffin

Storyteller. Cannabis Science Student. Valkyrie of Hope.

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